Hundaquildo

Tuilerie stops at the door, and with a stern gaze at Nolandur, stops him from entering
Nope. You don't think so.
Hundaquildo's head looks up, noticing her appearing at the doorway.
Tuilerie bows, 'Greetings hir Tolmen'
Almanulde sips her tea as the fragrance of berries fills the air and nod at Tuilerie, noticing her presence at last
Tuilerie says, 'Greetings'
Almanulde bows deeply before Tuilerie.
Tuilerie says, 'It is a quiet morning'
Hundaquildo says, 'Indeed it is.'

The night passes freely without incident and in the pre dawn light Tolmen rises with a groan and taking his greatsword proceeds to practice his sword forms in a secluded glade not far from the camp, Hundaquildo seems to have been standing in his spot for quite some time, merely watching Gwingris and the colour of the sun changing around it.

For the hundredth time, Tuilérie goes through her light pack, the bedroll, and spare supplies. "Lembas", she thinks to herself, and nods. And there is the map of Eregion, safely rolled and carefully stowed away in a water-proof case, as well as her fishing rod. She pats Nolandur gently on his head, who follows her around, tail wagging without cease, sniffing at everything.